oscar wilde
“you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead”
tim o’brien
“i feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very alone”“we’re all alone, reva.”
-my year of rest & relaxation
« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
one of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night - margaret mead
the sweet scent of cigarettes and semen on your lips
life flies by, especially the bit that’s worth living
and he sat at the oncologist waiting room as life dimmed outside
dear mr sandman… …
🪦🥀📽
« smoking kills »
« that’s the point isn’t it? »
this is what being alive is. a sticky menu between you and me in a cramped booth by a black window.
new york, new york
grand central smelt of pennies, ticket stubs, and desperation at 5:15 am.
"where're you headed?" the worker asked.
where was he headed? he didn’t realize leaving meant going away. but to go far enough to be folded into memory or far enough to be followed? would his wife search for him?
"connecticut.”
no comment; the worker printed a slip and took his money mechanically.
he needed a congratulations, deserved one for his decision. but who would congratulate a man abandoning his wife?
her beer tasted of sawdust and foam coated her boots; nuts were bland and counter sweaty. but the air was lime fresh and the night neon young and she was free.
myra.
there are no exits where you’re going
no socks
are allowed in the red-room
no pretty pink flowers
are allowed
at the woods at night
it was nearly 4 am as red light streamed out the bar, sifting through drunk legs. it was closing time, even in new york city.
“let me take you home,” he asked; breath smelling more metallic than his eyebrow piercing.
she smiled into his swirling eyes,
and she was never seen again.
- myra
reminds me of the end of the world and i love it 🤍
~~
paris, france 🥀
« ainsi va le monde. ce n’est pas am faute »
new york, new york 🖤
“he wished being alive always felt this good”
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Ya know, sometimes there IS a demon in your closet. (It's me. I'm the demon in your closet.)
Sorry! I’ve forget about tumblr ;>>; Buuuuuut, I’m back! And here’s art for my friend Rana
it takes a certain kinda soul to see the beauty in someone’s darkness. Perhaps the truest kinda love is loving the darkest most ugliest parts of someone, and understanding that you might not be able to change them, but you’ll love them anyway.
Favorite Inscryption moment
शून्य में देखना..
ये शब्द मुझे काफ़ी प्रशिद्ध दार्शनिक Nietzsche के एक कथन की याद दिलाते है:
“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”
हालाकि यहाँ पर शून्य की बात नहीं अंधकार की बात हो रही है. लेकिन क्या शून्य और अंधकार एक जैसे नहीं है? अंधकार प्रकाश की कमी है और शून्य एहसास की कमी ।
मुझे दर्शन शास्त्र के बारे में इतना तो नहीं पता, लेकिन इतना तो पता है कि शून्य का एहसास काफ़ी शांत और संतोषजनक होता है। कुछ ना महसूस कर पाना भी एक एहसास है । शून्य की कोई परिभाषा तो नहीं, ना ही कोई अकार है । बस जब आपका शरीर और मस्तिष्क को एक ऐसी शांति का अनुभव हो जो कुछ ना करने से मिल रही हो, जो बिलकुल स्थिर हो।
हालाकि शून्य काफ़ी संतोषजनक होता लेकिन यह अनुभव की प्राप्ति की लत जब किसी को लग जाती तो वह इंसान शून्य में ही शांति और सुख पाने लगता है, हमे समझना चाहिए कि शून्य एक अनुभूति विहीन आयाम है और उस आयाम में ही सुख पाना एक paradox से कम नहीं ।
Nietzsche के कथन और ऊपर लिखित अनुछेद पर वापस ध्यान देने पर शून्य और अंधकार का संबंध और गहरा होता है । शून्य और अंधकार दोनों में ज़्यादा समय व्यतीत करने से वह हमे अपने जैसा बना देते हैं। अंधकार हमें विवेकहीन और क्रूर बनाता है, वहीं शून्य हमें संवेदनहीन और खोखला बना देता है।
(शून्य शब्द का उपयोग यहाँ "void" के लिए हुआ है)
~ Necromancer
Darkness comes on once in a while, it’s hard to escape it completely. A few who have triumphed escaping it are geniuses, precious and are lucky. To the rest of us, darkness visits once in a while